Erotica Teaser: Under The Bleachers
This is an old writing piece of mine (and original doodle) from one of my older websites c.2009. I’ve updated it a bit for the times but kept much of the original terminology used.
CBT * ELECTRO * GS. GOLDEN TEASE * CAGE * SHAME * CORPORAL ** FEMDOM * CAGES * DOMINATION * BDSM * SENSORY DEPRIVATION
c. 2000 words
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I lift a foot out of a sneaker and start stretching my arches. My shoe almost dangles a while after I kick off the heel with my other sneaker as I'm distracted again. A little damp white sock peeks out to say hello. With the breeze coming off the field you can smell the faint scent of hard-working athlete feet. The kind that could fill a room that has ruined many a van: not too popcorny, not too vinegary, just perfectly full and strong in scent, wafting down to your face.
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You hear us giggling above and snap awake, eyes on the field until we settle down again. One of the other girls mentions something about a smell. I take my sneaker off and wave it near her face and she squeals and we all laugh. You are thinking about how much you wish you could smell my sneaker, just a little more, just a little closer, and you are getting harder. Another swig of beer. The other girl bats the sneaker out of my hand and it drops down beneath the bleachers, like your prayers have been answered.
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You grab your balls and pull down on them pretending I am stepping on them. You can't help but throb still, the scent, the visuals, driving you crazy. You squeeze your balls and exhale from the pain, shocked at your ability to inflict pain on yourself. It's for me. You move the socked hand down to your cock. The entire blanket smells hot of my sweat now from you nearly hyperventilating.
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While you don't want to get caught you are looking at me because you want me to see how much control I have over you, how hard you are, how I give your life passion. You want to show me your slutty cock like a monkey. You look up at me and my foot as you slip into my sock, screaming in your head "Look! Look! Look!", hoping i'll hear but on the same token want to extend this moment. You grab your balls again, my sock feels too good and you've done nothing but slip it over yourself and leave it there as you twitch into it. You lick your other fingers and groan louder as the crowd screams again. . .
